It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you


She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

feel you

send your tumblr

your feed looks like my tumblr

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

what do you mean

division of reality is straying away from it

propensity within someone

isaac newton

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

what do you think my name is


It Will Get Lighter

as in

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

in a post. I want to be remembered

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

plato

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

we can only engage in such a way

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?